Posted: January 18, 2015 in poetry, writing
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They say freedom’s just another word
For nothing left to lose.
I’ve not got much, But my final loss would be
The greatest of all.
I’ve got the internalized manifestation of a four-letter word slithering in my chest,
Winding and contracting around my lungs,
Its sole purpose seemingly to destroy my soul.
It leaks venom in my veins,
Sheds its skin in my brain
And intrudes on every train
Of thought that I have.


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